Honestly, when I first started wearing the kilt, I was very American about the whole thing (meaning I was very self-conscious about any sort of exposure).

I had a particularly harrowing experience at work when I was carrying some computer equipment worth tens of thousands of dollars from the door to a truck across the small parking lot between buildings. It was a gusty day and sure enough I felt the pleats lift straight up my back. The front of the kilt came up some but between the load in my arms and my sporran I think (???) that I wasn't frontally exposed. But I just stood there, with this massive expensive load in my arms that I couldn't just drop, my kilt lifted high behind me flapping in the wind, and my co-workers behind me HOWLING with laughter.

A couple of things could have come of that. I could have put the kilt away forever and gone back to pants. Instead I thought a little about it, and what I'm showing off is a lot less impressive than what people see on the internet every day, often inadvertently, and other than curiosity about what is under the kilt I don't think anyone cares to see the two lumps of hairy mashed potatoes that I call a buttocks. And since the Tommy Lee / Pam Anderson honeymoon video has been seen by over half the world's population by now, I don't think I'm going to leave any lasting memory in anyone's mind. I may cause a momentary bit of titillation or amusement in some people but then it's over and forgotten about quickly. Life goes on.

Americans are not just prudish, but culturally we have a very short memory span. Our presidents do things regularly that should require impeachment hearings (presidents from both ends of the political spectrum and everywhere in between) and after a month or so goes by, we forget.

So I just don't care anymore if someone happens to be standing at just the right angle when I'm going up stairs, or if the wind blows and exposes my bottom. If someone gets aroused or excited by that, they have strange taste but I'm glad to make someone's day a little better. If someone is offended by an inadvertent flash, maybe I'm just a little happy to push their boundaries a little and challenge them to stop being so Victorian.